Absence Makes (Beer) Love Grow Fonder

For Valentines Day, each writer was challenged to proclaim their love to their favorite beers. These are their interpretations of the idea. We hope you enjoy!

valentine's day ipa

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Beer I can’t have
Oh how I love you.

Why you ask? Simple, because I can’t have it, and when you can’t have something you want, you crave it more. You know what I’m talking about. That seasonal beer that leaves you wanting more when the seasons over or that glass of deliciousness you taste on vacation that isn’t available back home.

Speaking of, I had a late summer fling with Wicked Weed’s Pernicious IPA, while vacationing in North Carolina. We had an amazing time together but it quickly sizzled after I left. We’ve had no contact since September. I find myself day dreaming about that dry-hopped, juicy tropical fruit flavor with a creamy head. My mouth is salivating right now. Though the summer fling has simmered I wonder why I do not feel the same desire and longing for a local or readily available beer. I can guarantee I’ve since consumed an IPA of equal or better quality. I’ve fallen for a few locals here and there, but I end up drinking them to death and dumping them faster than you can say “We need to talk” “It’s not you, it’s me.” Seriously, it’s me.

My former love for Yuengling, especially Lord Chesterfield, is a perfect example of the fire and longing one can feel for something they can’t have. Many moons ago, Yuengling was not sold in Ohio. With PA right next door, my love wasn’t too far away; just a few short hours I crossed the border just to have pick-up a few cases to take home. Happy as a clam you might say, but that euphoria only lasted until the beer dried up, it left me sad and wanting more. Our relationship lasted several years until Yuengling arrived in Ohio. I was overjoyed but it became common. I rarely drink Yuengling nor do I want to anymore.

So be thankful you can’t always have that seasonal, limited or unavailable beer. Absence does make the heart grow fonder.

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